This isn't the wedding yet, I want to make that chapter perfect, but this is the morning of. I hope you enjoy, PLEASE review it motivates me!
I don't own the newsies……. Or do I?
I sighed contentedly as I felt the warmth of the morning pour through my bedroom curtains. It's gonna be a beautiful day, poifect weather fer da happiest day of my life. My eyes popped open at that thought, today was my wedding day! And I was just lying around in bed? I threw off the covers, wrapped my robe around my body and hurried into the living room. Drew was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and holding baby Timothy in his lap. Mary, now thin and active, scurried around the kitchen preparing breakfast, already dressed for the wedding. The both looked up when they heard me stumble out of my room. Drew began to hum the Wedding March and Mary smiled and dropped everything she was doing to embrace me.
"Today is your big day, sweetheart," she said in a motherly fashion. "Now come on, let's have breakfast before we get you ready."
"No thanks, I couldn't eat a thing I am so nervous!" I admitted, feeling my cheeks begin to pink, something I am sure would not change at all throughout the day. Instead of seating myself at the table I gently took Timothy from Drew. "I think I will just play with my favorite little boy instead." I lifted the 1 month old up to my face and playfully kissed his nose.
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I never thought I would be too fond of children, that is until baby Timothy Drew was born the morning after the trial. I got home around midnight, after a night of celebrating two very important events in my life, to find Drew pacing back and forth in the living room. He quickly ushered me into the bedroom only half and hour before his child entered the world. I held Mary's hand while the midwife delivered the baby and got the privilege of being one of the first to welcome the new addition into his loving family, and even got the pleasure of introducing him to his father.
After Mary got some rest Drew came into the kitchen, where I was cleaning up after lunch, and told me that Mary needed a favor. So I followed him into the bedroom where little Timothy was nestled in his mother's arms.
"Marty," Drew had said, sitting on the bed by his wife and son putting a proud arm around them both. "Mary and I were talking and we decided that we would be honored if you would be Timothy's godmother."
I glanced at Mary with an unsure look, wondering why on earth they would want me to be the godmother of their son. "Why, don't you like him?"
But she just smiled her reassuring smile.
"You have really grown up a lot, Marty, more than you realize."
"You certainly have," Drew continued for her. "You came here a girl, and you are leaving us a woman." He gestured to the key that was hanging around my neck. It was Spot's; he said that this was to be my makeshift engagement ring until he could afford to buy me a real one. "We are very proud of you Marty."
I remember tearing up. "The honor would be mine," I said. "But I have to talk to Spot about it first." And I did. When I went to meet him for lunch I threw myself in his arms and told him all about it. He grinned at my enthusiasm.
"How bout dat, not even married yet an already we have a kid in our lives," he joked. I was thrilled, and impressed, at his acceptance of becoming godparents. At that moment I thought back to when we first saw each other again, and realized with pride that I was not the only one who had matured a great deal that summer.
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"Are you excited Timmy?" I asked my godson as I set him down on the rug and tickled his tummy. He responded with a little smile and moved his arms and legs. "You are about to go to your second wedding, and you are still so little!"
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Timothy was just old enough to attend Jack and Sarah's wedding. Luckily, he slept through the whole service and didn't make a peep. It was a beautiful wedding, I must admit, and I should know-I had the best seats in the house.
I got to know Sarah a bit during the celebration at Tibby's after the trial, and she decided that it was my right as Jack's best friends to be a part of his wedding. So before the night was over I was declared the Maid of Honor and the very next day I was fitted for the lavender bridesmaids dress. It was a rather ridiculous garment, with lavender silk flowers adorning the bottom, a full skirt, and poofy sleeves, but it was Sarah's wedding and I was going to let it be the way she wished, no matter how uncomfortable it made me. The whole wedding was perfect; the Jacobs really outdid themselves. I wondered where they were getting the funds to pay for the whole thing and learned later that they had been saving for it since Sarah was born. Her parents had eloped, so they wanted the wedding of their only daughter to be what she, and her mother, always dreamed of.
I walked down the aisle with great care, praying with every step that I would not trip step on of the fake roses the adorned the hem of the dress and fall flat on my face. But that wasn't the only thing that had gone through my mind. When I saw Jack standing there in anticipation, smiling at me, I couldn't help but think that in only a month I would be walking down the aisle toward my own groom, and on that day I would not be wearing a ridiculous dress.
Sarah's dress, however, was even frillier than mine. With a wide skirt and lace up to her neck, and to top it all off a ruffled veil. But even with all the ruffles she still looked beautiful, she was absolutely glowing. I couldn't help but smile wide when my best friend was saying his vows, he sounded so sincere and I was nothing but happy for him. For a few minutes during the ceremony I made eye-contact with my own fiancé in the audience, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing. I blushed a lot during that ceremony, feeling Spots eyes on me for the majority of it, but the rest would be the fault of the heavy gown.
After Jack and Sarah said "I Do" the party headed over to the ballroom for the reception. It was a beautiful place, not completely over the top but still a nice place. I managed to get Spot on the dance floor, and of course teased me about the dress when I tripped over it several times. I also managed to pull the groom away from his bride for a song. Since Spot didn't enjoy dancing I danced with the newsies, who have not looked so nice since…well, as long as I have known them. The Kelly-Jacobs wedding was a success, and even though I stumbled several times during the course of the night, I only fell on my face twice.
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I stretched out next to Timothy and settled the baby in the crook of my arm. I couldn't believe how fast the time flew between weddings, it seems like only yesterday that I was standing behind Sarah watching her marry my best friend and now I was preparing for marriage myself!
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As soon as Jack and Sarah returned from their short honeymoon in the country we started to plan my wedding. I decided to return the favor and made Sarah my Matron of Honor. I even considered getting a hideous dress for her to wear as payback, and even found the perfect one, but decided that I would not get it for a few reasons, one being I would never want that thing to be a part of my wedding and the other that I had a very limited budget. Since I was getting married I received my inheritance from my parents but it wasn't a great sum and I wanted to save as much of it as possible for our future. Instead we went through her dresses that she already owned at picked out simple, but pretty, sky blue one for her to wear. I also chose not to wear a new dress and decided to wear the dress Drew and Mary bought me for the trial. It was white, simple, makes me feel beautiful, and it brings good luck- it was perfect. The only adjustment we made on it was to replace the pink band around my waist with a silk white one to match.
Mary's dad offered to marry us in his small, antique country church just outside the city. It was charming, with its dark wooden interior and white walls with arched windows that showed off the beautiful scenery. Mary and her sisters decided to go over there early on the morning of the wedding and decorate it brightly colored carnations and candles. The only thing left after we had settled on everything else was the reception. Originally Spot and I had decided to have it in the Lodge House, but Mary came up with a better idea.
The church had a decent sized basement that had never been used. However, it was filled with cobwebs and dust, but she said that if we cleaned it up it would look good as new. I wanted to show it to Spot before I decided if it was worth the effort and some of the boys tagged along. I could see it on their faces; it would take a lot of work…time that I didn't necessarily have to spare.
"Tell ya what, Marty," Mush had said after taking a look around. "Me n da boys, we will take care of da reception. Ya just concern ya'self wid da weddin'." I just looked at them wide-eyed, debating on whether or not I trusted them. Of course I trusted them with a lot of things, my life for example. But a reception on the other hand…
"I don't know guys, you're busy too."
"Not too busy fer you," Kid Blink chimed in.
"Nevah, consider it a sorta weddin' present. From us ta you," Specs offered. I sighed, still skeptical about it.
"I can personally guarantee foist class quality," promised Race, giving me a look as if he was presenting an offer I couldn't refuse. Truth was that I couldn't, I really didn't have the time. I had started a new job as a waitress at Tibby's so Spot wouldn't have to give up selling newspapers to support us. I couldn't have asked him to do that for me, but he went and took on a second job anyway. His pride would not let his future wife bring home more money than him. This made it impossible for either of us to work on it-so I agreed, putting all my trust in that they really would make it special for me.
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Baby Timothy cooed beside me and I saw him staring at the shiny key that still hung around my neck. I pushed it off the top of my chest so it was in his reach, keeping a careful watch to make sure he didn't put it in his mouth. I smiled remembering the ring that was now on my finger. I stuck my hand up in the air to admire it and decided that, meager as it may be, it was the most beautiful ring on the planet. Sure, the diamond was small and you had to look really close to see it sparkle, but it was real diamond, something Spot was very proud of.
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"What's wrong Spot?" I had asked him when he stopped halfway across the bridge earlier this week. We went to Jack and Sarah's for dinner and Sarah was so excited to entertain guests for the first time that we ended up staying longer than we anticipated. I hadn't been home since that morning when I left for work, it is a bit of a commute but it was worth it to see my Manhattan friends everyday, so I was exhausted and wanted to get home to bed as soon as possible. But the sight of the sun set reflecting over the river was too beautiful to pass up so I soon found myself at his side admiring the view.
"Breathtaking isn't it?" I asked taking in the scene.
"I've seen better," He responded, gently taking my hand. I felt myself grow warm and was glad for dim sunshine. "Hey, I got somethin' fer ya."
"Really, what?" I asked anxiously, getting a small chuckle from him.
"Settle down, now." He reached in his pocket and pulled out his hand in a fist. "I told ya dat when I could I would get ya a ring." He opened his hand to reveal the ring and I gasped. He smiled as he took my hand and placed it on my finger. A perfect fit! Not just size wise either, but for my personality. It wasn't flashy or big, but small and simple.
"Do ya like it?" He asked nervously. I laughed and kissed him. He smirked and looked into my eyes. "Ya know dats a real diamond der. Any guy could buy dere girl a glass ring but I wanted ya to have a real one…" I smiled at the pride he showed and kissed him again…
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"Haven't you admired that thing enough?" Drew interrupted my flashback when he caught me admiring my ring. I blushed with a small giggle. "I never thought you would be the type of girl that would get all googly-eyed over a piece of jewelry."
"It's not just any piece of jewelry, dear," Mary countered as she walked out of the kitchen. She smiled at me; I imagine I did look rather silly laying of the floor in my pajamas with my hair up in rags (so it would be curly) and a baby in my arm. I gently got up with Timothy in my arms and set him down in his bassinet.
"Well, I guess I will leave you two ladies to do whatever it is that you do," He said and he grabbed his tux that folded over the back of the sofa and kissed us both on the cheek. "I'll be back for you at noon, don't forget about the baby during your girlish pampering" He teased as he closed the door leaving us to get ready.
"Now that we have rid our home of the man," Mary joked and patted my raggedy head. "Let's make you into a bride!"